Archive for Release Year: 1975
9 posts from 07 April 2019 to 06 July 2024.
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The difficult second album syndrome strikes again. Actually, this suffers from a lack of editing: remove the War on Drugs element in the middle and you get a solid action film, a low rent Bourne meets Hardcore Henry, of all things.
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Bumbling fool or truth-telling jester? Does the line between the two cuts through a man’s heart? Was our protagonist born on the wrong side of the tracks, or his he just a manipulative bastard scheming to obtain quick fame? If so, he failed completely.
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A complex story of moral turpitude against the square-jawed personification of justice and valour. Such is the moral righteousness, it sways even a lonesome skiing photographer.
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More Closeau antics, female cat burglars and Dreyfus losing him mind.
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Al Pacino hissing to the crown while miming a cat’s paw remains an incredible image.
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More softcore banging with yet another excuse plot, but with better cameras, more girls, and less rape. There’s even less plot, “let’s fuck” is uttered unironically.
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Some porn with flimsy plot, not very French. This has aged horribly, there are cancellable offences left and right. It’s tamer than daytime reality shows.
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An opera in two acts, ain’t nobody got time for more, what are we, 18th century aristocrats? Pure Kubrickian technical flex, a visual marvel, but the plot itself is pretty alien for modern audiences: not only the Irish are not reviled as philandering devils, pretty much all situations are preposterous by modern standards.